"Mama I don't wanna go," you whined as your mother brushed your hair softly and pulled it back into two little braids.
"Darling you can't do this every time, you know your father hates it when you complain." She tied two green ribbons at the end of your braids.
"I don't understand why I can't just go play with Daphne instead!" you crossed your little arms and huffed.
You were born to one of the most powerful pureblood families in the wizarding world. Destined to perform great magic, or so your father always said. You were being raised as the perfect little lady. Don't speak up unless spoken to, never slouch, elbows off the table, no running in the gardens, no sticking out your tongue at the cat.
But the worst part of all was the Malfoys. Your parents were always quick to form connections with other powerful families but they were intent on you spending quality time with the little Malfoy heir. Your families would throw private dinner parties where you could practice your table manners. Elbows off the table, napkin on your lap, never stuff your face.
Then your respective fathers would retreat to the drawing room, where they'd share whiskey and cigars. Your mothers would chaperone a sort of play date. Except you didn't like Draco and Draco didn't like you. You'd sit awkwardly, reading or drawing while he'd play with his mini broom or pester the house elves. The more your parents forced you together, the more you were annoyed by each other.
Your fourth year of Hogwarts really set things off though. You'd been noticing boys for years but now boys finally started to notice you. This included Draco, who suddenly started showing off a lot more around you. Hexing Hufflepuffs, verbally sparring with the Potter kid and boasting about his achievements. In private, he'd challenge you to games of wizard chess and never let you live down your losses, whereas when he lost he threw a fit.
You were in a constant race with him over grades. Never quite being good enough to beat out Granger, you had to fight over second and third, each seeking approval from their parents.
This was how you spent every summer, trying to earn your fathers approval by sitting through dinners. You'd play polite with Malfoy if that meant praise from your own family. That is, until you found the contract papers detailing your future engagement. Papers stating that once you and Draco were of age, you would be engaged. Security of a pureblood lineage and fortune. Your betrothal sealed with wax.
Now, you just had to figure out how to get out of it.
So sorry about the last upload! Whenever I copy paste it adds code and messes with my stuff haha. Hope this works better!
xx J
